So, a number of my friends all graduated college the same year I did (What. Are. The. Odds) and they're all posting about how old they're feeling because their (our) 20-year reunion is coming up. 20 years. 20 goddamn years.

she's had this lunch with the same friends (mostly single women who might not have a date that day/today) for the last 3 years.

the 2nd year of this lunch I baked them all cupcakes as a nice gesture. I baked 6 of them, then packed it up for my wife. I got facebook messages/texts and even a couple calls of gratitude.

this year I made cupcakes again, but now the number of cupcakes is a fucking dozen and each of them has to be earmarked to a specific person.

I baked them anyway and my wife starts complaining about its going to be difficult to schlep them on the L train, and I start laughing because it was her who asked for a dozen to be baked the day before and it almost turns into a totally ridiculous spousal 1st world problem quarrel.

you do something nice but it gets wrapped up in this pseudo-holiday which is a lose lose situation.